*Sigh*

I thought I was further along with the 4 stages of grief than I seem to be. I think I'm at Anger now.

Someone Like You

I had a dream last night that I saw him (I was staying at his aunt's house and he came to visit) and I unleashed every last piece of my hurt and bitterness and my you-picked-the-bitch-who-didnt-want-to-give-you-your-share-of-the-security-deposit-even-when-you'd-lost-your-job-and-didnt-have-an-income-over-me? on him and he didn't get it. And when I woke up, I felt better for all of one second because I let it out, but then I remembered it was a dream.

For a Friend